(304) ThrowbackThursday

Going the poetry route for my first #ThrowbackThursday, as I recently joined a local writers group and we spent a good deal of our meeting (other than catching up and drinking too much wine) talking old poems. Untitled (September 23rd 2004) As if cigarettes burned blue that sad, murderous ash glows in you. (unknown date.)Continue reading “(304) ThrowbackThursday”

#204; Monday’s Why I Love Writers

“If your everyday life seems poor to you, do not accuse it; accuse yourself, tell yourself you are not poet enough to summon up its riches; since for the creator there is no poverty and no poor or unimportant place.” — From “Letters to a Young Poet” [Paris, February 17, 1903 Rilke]

#143; I feel you in my heart. I don’t even know you.

And this is the part where the new truth settles in. I ♥ Ben Lee & coffee & plaid & Tegan and Sara. I think I had forgotten those things. I have forgotten so much. Like how fucking amazing it feels to write, to dream up characters and let them speak to you. I’d forgottenContinue reading “#143; I feel you in my heart. I don’t even know you.”